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TUE ROSE OF ALLANDALE.
Words by C. JEFFREYS. Music by S. NELSON. Key-note B flat.
The morn was fair-the skies were clear-
No breath came o'er the sea,
When Mary left her Highland cot,
And wander'd forth with me:
Though flowers deck'd the mountain side,
And fragrance filled the vale-
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allandale.
Where'er I wander'd, east or west,
Though fate began to lower,
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour.
When tempests lash'd our gallant bark,
And rent her shivering sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm,
'Twas the Rose of Allandale.
And when my fever'd lips were parch'd
On Afrie's burning sand,
She whisper'd hopes of happiness
And tales of distant land:
My life had been a wilderness,
Unblest by fortune's gale,
Had fate not link'd my lot to hers,
The Rose of Allandale.
THE BANKS OF THE DEVON,
Words by BURNS. Old Gaelic air. Key-note E minor.
How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,
With green spreading bushes and flowers blooming fair!
But the bonniest flower on the banks of the Devon
Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr.
Mild be the sun on this sweet blushing flower,
In the gay rosy morn as it bathes in the dew ;
And gentle the fall of the soft vernal shower,
That steals on the evening each leaf to renew!
O spare the dear blossom ye orient breezes,
With chill hoary wing as ye usher the dawn!
And far be thou distant, thou reptile, that seizes
The verdure and pride of the garden and lawn !
Let Bourbon exult in her gay gilded lilies,
And England triumphant display her proud rose;
A fairer than either adorns the green valleys,
Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering flows.
